I Know

I know

I…
I know
I know it may seem
if your lookers are keen

like self-sabotage
yet, I tell you
“behold!
the great mirage!”

isn’t the being
not of one’s self
indeed
self-sabotage?!

or is a near goal
to and fro
where my sense of self
should come and go?

is giving up
who and what
I believe I must
fore tryst of trust

betraying insight
sleighing identity
saying to my soul,
“hush”

forfeiting its call
to my heart
of what is
truth right and just

for the immediacy of
materiality and mundaneness
appraising a value of lies
as my soul cries

for its being, and truth being
compromised
for grandeur of the eyes,
not self-sabotage?

I want freedom
I want success
I want peace
I want my sons

but at what cost
to self
must I submit
to the left

when the right
transcends
perceiving not
this body of theft

if I’m to arrive
at the beneficent west
I should be true to self
giving into its quest

and I know
I know already
on the outside
what it appears to be

many illusions of titles
suffered the injury
stealing truth’s dignity
believing sabotage, of mysteries

in the quest of liberty
serenity, humility
righteousness, reciprocity
and the call for justice, truth, Divinity